A coldest of days…
This photo (and an accompanying poem) was first published in Three Drops from a Cauldron (midwinter 2018 issue).
Dreams Are Different When You Fall Asleep to the Sound of Crashing Waves
Dreams are different when you fall asleep to the sound of crashing waves.
It’s Good to Sometimes Take a Long Walk on the Moon
After the Swans Have Drifted On By
What We Hear When Wind Rushes Through Trees in Winter
Eventually, and Without Fanfare, We All Wash Ashore
Eventually, and without fanfare, we all wash ashore.
Slip of Rootless Mind Beyond the Faltering Light
Slip of rootless mind
beyond the faltering light
a journey rights the way
